Free Finding The Limits (The Limitless Trilogy Book 1) by Harper Cole Page A

and defiant tone of voice took me completely by surprise. She was not going to be a pushover. Still, I had to try. "This Leonard jerk take a lot of women prisoner?"
    "He takes no one prisoner. Dress, please. He is waiting."
    "I will be going straight to the cops, you know. You really wanna be an accomplice in all this?"
    I swear the corner of her mouth lifted in a sneer or a smile or something. "Dress, please."
    I snatched at the clothing and dressed with angry, jerky movements.
     
     
    * * * *
     
    The sullen Gemma led me out of the bedroom and along a bare corridor, down some stairs and into a wide and luxurious room. This place was a total head fuck. Some rooms were prisons; some were palaces. This particular room was tricked out like Downton Fucking Abbey. There were long windows at one end, and through the gauzy drapes I could see wide green lawns and trees. So we were at ground level, then. Perhaps I could throw one of the marble busts through the glass and make my escape.
    I inched forward.
    Leonard Jerkwad-Asshat stood up. He was still in a dark, sober looking suit, and he smiled as if he was delighted to see me. Once I had felt comforted and relaxed by that smile.
    Now I wanted to rub broken glass in his face.
    "Come," he said, beckoning me to the table at the far end of the enormous room. "Let me show you-"
    There was a tap at the door and a butler from the nineteenth century oozed in. Seriously, he was wearing a bow tie and looked like he'd been scrubbed with a brush dipped in history. He whispered something in Leonard Jerkwad-Asshat's ear, who raised his eyebrows, and then nodded.
    The ancient retainer slid out - I swear he was on castors. Maybe he'd been recruited from the Addams Family. And a moment later, my heart nearly flipped out my mouth when Andrew walked in.
    "Ahh." Leonard moved closer to me, and gripped my elbow firmly. I pulled at it, but his clasp was iron. "So. Welcome home, Andrew. Have you come to beg for her?"
    Andrew's face was sheer horror. He glared at me, and at his father. "What is she doing here? "
    "She…"
    "How did…"
    "Did you not…?"
    Andrew shouted above all the confusion. "What is she doing here , you bastard?"
    Their faces were alike as I looked from one to the other, trying to unravel what was happening. They had similar build, and similar facial expressions, too - in both cases, this was fury, right now.
    And I felt a glimmer of fear. Leonard was the father. Andrew was the son. And both were alike.
    I could choose Leonard, and money. But I wanted to choose Andrew … yet was he not the same as his father? I could see so many similarities and a trickle of doubt began to slowly fill my heart.
    And Andrew wanted me to submit to him. Just as his father expected people to fall at his feet.
    Leonard kept his hand tight on my arm. "She's here to work for me, Andrew. As I expect you shall, too. It is most fortuitous that you are here. Shall we make the most of this serendipity? Let us talk business."
    "With you? Never. Never! Jas, what happened? Are you here willingly?"
    "Hell, no!" To emphasize my point, I tried to pull free of Leonard's grip. "This asshole's ape-men broke into my apartment, dragged me here, and he won't let me go."
    "Father!" Andrew strode forward, and Leonard simply raised his right hand, palm out, as if it had some magical power.
    "Stop, Andrew," he said in that firm, calm, I-shall-be-obeyed voice that teachers have.
    It should have worked. Most parents have that way of saying something that takes you right back to being a kid again.
    But it didn't work this time.
    Andrew surged forward, right into our faces, and slammed his hand onto Leonard's wrist. "Let her go."
    Leonard must have been surprised because he loosened his grip enough for me to wrench myself free. I dashed across the room toward the door, and then turned. I wanted to be close enough to an exit but I also needed to see how this was going to play out.
    Leonard was furious. He had gone purple in the